Once again, got a **** in a rush again

I'm on the clock, thinkin what's the end

I be trippin, pocket what's to spend

Bitch, my blood drippin

I got hella scars, through mud driven

You a bug, ****, I'm a bug squisher

Always sayin' we don't love bitches

If she round, asking where my hug ****

I done seen goofy **** turn around on the troup

See Rey got that powerline, this that come around

Some immaculate proof

Taste like shot, hit they ass with the truth

Way they movin' so unusual

Keep em at arms pace, they finna use ya bro

What I tell myself, I ain't delusional

Uh, Two plus two is four

And real **** finna rule the globe

Rey Mo the prophet, I picked up the mic, blew my arm socket

Gift and the curse, got out my stocking

I put hella time in, just try and clock it

I got served, now I got palm rocket

I'm in calm panic, no I can't stop it

ReignCloud over yo damn doppler

They the gang gang, ain't no damn stopping

So once again, I done ran up outta blunts again, I had to hit the store

And I ain't really need no alcohol, nah, but shawty asked could I hit the liquor store

I noticed some of you **** dumb as hell, might as well go and lick a stove

**** dick riding, missed the goal

Nah ****, program a different mode

Whatever

I been circling the days

On the page, making sure my worth only raise

Speaking to my Haitian bitch like don't you put a curse on my name

Creasing Dickies down the middle

Two hoes and Mack in the middle

Riddle me shit don't you go yapping on about business

I just turned on my swag, soldier he handle his shit

Papa got a brand new bag, this Coach watch I call out the blitz

Boy you can't cash that check

**** need to watch his lip, cause it might sink that ship

Lil homie find a grip

You in trouble, I done found my niche

Pick up shovel, gone and dig that ditch

None of my brothers would ever flip script

Once again, got a **** in a rush again

I'm on the clock, thinkin what's the end

I be trippin, pocket what's to spend

Bitch, my blood drippin

I got hella scars, through mud driven

You a bug, ****, I'm a bug squisher

Always sayin' we don't love bitches

If she round, asking where my hug ****

So once again, I done ran up outta blunts again, I had to hit the store

And I ain't really need no alcohol, nah, but shawty asked could I hit the liquor store

I noticed some of you **** dumb as hell, might as well go and lick a stove

**** dick riding, missed the goal

Nah ****, program a different mode

Whatever